Sunday Scroll is a weekly download of whatever caught my eye—no agenda, just a curated mix of thoughts, links, and musings from the past week. Light, digestible, and perfect for the digital hoarder in all of us.
Pouring one out for our fallen brethren (the Knicks). We’ll never forget this run. Hold a Knicks fan close tonight.
Daily Headlines That Stuck →
(Here’s what you might have missed this week.)
Upcoming Substack Read(s) →
If you haven’t seen it yet, my latest newsletter was mentioned in the most recent piece from
of Impersonal Foul, who was interviewing Nora about the aforementioned Timothee website. Give it a read:
What I Couldn’t Stop Thinking About → All the space in my brain that isn’t being used to handle basic executive functioning has been co-opted by the Knicks. The loss is still incredibly fresh in my heart. Very tender. It hasn’t even been 24 hours, so bear with me. I’m a sensitive soul. The only thing I’ve talked to my friends about in the past month is the current Knicks game, or which bar we’re going to watch the next one. The group chat even got a name upgrade. I don’t know what we’re going to do for the rest of the season. Where am I expected to direct this absolutely feral energy to now? OKC in 5, I guess. Also, on a separate but related note: not enough witches in NYC, it seems. I need whatever Giselle x Tom Brady had going, but the New York equivalent, obviously. Also, those boys (men) need to sign up for Solidcore and acting classes, if they really wanna give folks a run for their money.
Track Of The Week → I’ve been saving this track (a classic) all week to blast at game 7, which felt more like a when than an if. Alas, no chip aside, it still rings true, because I am, in fact, from New Yorkkkkk.
Artists On My Mind → I’m a big fan of all of Dan Krupin’s work. It feels like it lies at the intersection of familiar and unsettling. He’s currently got a show on view in Williamsburg at Café Bureau. I highly recommend catching it before it comes down on the 19th.
Open tabs (182 and in need of a clean-up) →
My old photo tumblr, ishootfilmtoopal.tumblr.com
My friend had an early morning flight, and had her phone on DND, and he family sounded the alarm at 5 am yesterday in search of her. Anyway, I’m now a detective, and I’ve memorized all Delta’s flights between NYC and Atlanta.
‘Agnes B polo’ inspired by one we saw at Heart & Lou’s the other day.
A Japanese bar that I was intrigued by after seeing in someone’s stories on Instagram, Bar Blen Blen Blen.
‘Can cats eat butter?’ self-explanatory
The booking page of the Nordstrom beauty haven site, because I need to get my brows diddddd.
Something I Bought, Something I Didn’t →
Indulgence → I think I’m having a net/mesh top summer, and this one I picked up from Front General Supply in dumbo is delectable. I’m an absolute sucker for anything contrast stitch.
Self-Restraint → These Pretty Ballerina flats. I couldn’t decide if these would be the toe cleavage variety. Hailey and Nora said they 100% are. Foot pictures from all parties followed shortly after.
Media Diet → The other week we binged Overcompensating, created by and starring Benito Skinner (Benny Drama), and it was actually soo good, like gasp-at-clifhangers good. With just the right amount of hide-behind-my-hands cringe for a teen drama. Think Skins meets Degrassi.
Parting Thoughts…
In the month of May, I survived Tracy Anderson, Soft Services’ “Genie in the Bottle” themed dance class, and a kickboxing class with a smelly instructor. I feel like I deserve a badge or something, like those purple ribbons that discharged veterans get. My hips haven’t stopped gyrating since.
The girls went into this series looking to become WAGs, but ended up leaving as mothers of 5 (the starters).
This absolutely mortifying clip of Haliburton going forward to accept the MVP award he thought he had in the bag, only for it to go to someone else. If someone caught me on camera doing this, I would simply wither away. But it’s not me, it’s him, and he’s got millions for therapy, so here’s the clip.
I am the only one of my friends on the King Charles side of reels, and trying to convey the vast power this dirty white dog commands is a heavy burden.
Don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers. And in some cases, buy them too.
Ta Ta for now.
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I love reading your recaps as if I wasn’t live and present for half of it — it makes me feel alive again. We are now mothers to some very special boys 🤎😤